#time poetry

[madness-is-an-aesthetic]

They stole my yesterday

To give to a tomorrow

Which isn’t yet is

And I cannot be without being without

And I am nothing yet without within before

And I will haven’t acted for today

Without my readiness for now’s untold yesterdays.

Farewell unto the unprepared haven’t and is

Greetings by the windswept won’t and whereafters of the already happened.

Saw fit by the isn’t

Out with the happen

So I may will proclaim the presence of a begotten yesterday to a present tomorrow.

#short poem #poems and poetry #poetry #poem #weird thoughts #poetic #short poetry #surreal poetry #time poetry #surreal poem #time poem #weird poem

[yoursunwillrise]

12.5.22

i feel like i'm always fighting something bigger than i am. i lose people who didn't deserve me, i keep people who don't deserve me. i love people who take advantage of my niceties. i still fall for them all. i still mourn them. i long for people who no longer exist. i am in love with memories. i want to yell.

PICK ON SOMEONE YOUR OWN SIZE!!!!

#vent poem #poets #time poetry #my poem #poem #short poem #original poem #poems on tumblr #vent poetry #poet #poetic #poetry #original writing

[bluepandapoet]

Long time no write

#poetry #aesthetic verses #october #fall 2022 #octobers #october aesthetic #months #time poetry #poets corner #spilled #ink #spilled in poetry #aesthetics #october 2022

[feyasthepoet]

A Thousand Years

No longer a sapling under the canopy I have risen far above all My leaves now a shimmering gold As I look far below at the world I once knew Forever changing, forever embracing I recall days long passed

Once a raging river as blue as the sky above Flew by as deers would dance And birds would sing of its beauty

Growing from its remains the forest of serpentine and malachite hues Spread like moss across the land And distant cries of wolves rang through the nights

Once, children playing sang to me of courage and values

With axes and hoes a field of amber was birthed Flowing like the raging river there once was

Once a man came to rest on me He sang to me a song of love and sadness

Now the field has become cinders Building upon the ashes Waste and smoke filled the air As men built their structures far and wide

Now night has disappeared and howls of wolves is merely a distant memory Men and women have forgotten my voice, my value.

I have become just one

Though last autumn an angel from lands afar Known for her furious burning rage and endless wisdom Spoke of something I knew But so desperately needed to hear

To see her cloak of the silver winter, flickering with fallen leaves Untouched by time Gave me great joy She was like a mighty wind on a sapling swaying my branches And her voice bellowed through all the land "Do you believe?"

“Do you believe, as fallen leaves this world will change again”

#Feyas Poetry #poems and poetry #writers and poets #poets on tumblr #original poems #nature poetry #poem #poet #poetry #Time poetry

[sternfleck]

A cosmic tribute to my current favourite comment in YouTube history

#oobh i got plany off time #ooo i got plany of time #my posts #poetry

[madnessofmen]

This is like poetry to me

#poetry #yes i know it should be la not le #but this post took off by the time i realized that

[ivynightshade]

fatima aamer bilal, from i mother it the absence of her, iii. i am not a person that can be loved for a very long time excerpt from moony moonless sky.

#fatima aamer bilal #i am not a person that can be loved for a very long time #i mother it the absence of her #poetry #literature #poeticstories #art #book quotations #poetry collection #web weaving #words words words #writings #yearning #longing #parent issues #bts #self deprecation #taylor swift #franz kafka #sylvia plath #lana del rey #mahmoud darwish #jane austen #dark academia #dark poetry #pheobe bridgers #mitski #lit #abandoment issues #fantasy

[lunamonchtuna]

— Audrey Niffenegger, from ‘The Time Traveller's Wife’ (via lunamonchtuna)

#poetry #dark academia #dark acadamia aesthetic #book quotes #light academia #quotes #dark academic #lovecore #romantic academia #the time traveler's wife #audrey niffenegger

[reallybadblackoutpoems]

the crucible (1953) - arthur miller

“ough”

#ough #ok #i know i literally never fucking post #but um #i will not be as active #i am genuinely very sorry #idk #im just kind of having a rough time #who isnt tbh #but anyway #this is my warning and also my apology for this #sorry #blackout poetry

[inkskinned]

at some point it's just like. do they even fucking like the thing they're asking AI to make? "oh we'll just use AI for all the scripts" "we'll just use AI for art" "no worries AI can write this book" "oh, AI could easily design this"

like... it's so clear they've never stood in the middle of an art museum and felt like crying, looking at a piece that somehow cuts into your marrow even though the artist and you are separated by space and time. they've never looked at a poem - once, twice, three times - just because the words feel like a fired gun, something too-close, clanging behind your eyes. they've never gotten to the end of the movie and had to arrive, blinking, back into their body, laughing a little because they were holding their breath without realizing.

"oh AI can mimic style" "AI can mimic emotion" "AI can mimic you and your job is almost gone, kid."

... how do i explain to you - you can make AI that does a perfect job of imitating me. you could disseminate it through the entire world and make so much money, using my works and my ideas and my everything.

and i'd still keep writing.

i don't know there's a word for it. in high school, we become aware that the way we feel about our artform is a cliche - it's like breathing. over and over, artists all feel the same thing. "i write because i need to" and "my music is how i speak" and "i make art because it's either that or i stop existing." it is such a common experience, the violence and immediacy we mean behind it is like breathing to me - comes out like a useless understatement. it's a cliche because we all feel it, not because the experience isn't actually persistent. so many of us have this ... fluttering urgency behind our ribs.

i'm not doing it for the money. for a star on the ground in some city i've never visited. i am doing it because when i was seven i started taking notebooks with me on walks. i am doing it because in second grade i wrote a poem and stood up in front of my whole class to read it out while i shook with nerves. i am doing it because i spent high school scribbling all my feelings down. i am doing it for the 16 year old me and the 18 year old me and the today-me, how we can never put the pen down. you can take me down to a subatomic layer, eviscerate me - and never find the source of it; it is of me. when i was 19 i named this blog inkskinned because i was dramatic and lonely and it felt like the only thing that was actually permanently-true about me was that this is what is inside of me, that the words come up over everything, coat everything, bloom their little twilight arias into every nook and corner and alley

"we're gonna replace you". that is okay. you think that i am writing to fill a space. that someone said JOB OPENING: Writer Needed, and i wrote to answer. you think one raindrop replaces another, and i think they're both just falling. you think art has a place, that is simply arrives on walls when it is needed, that is only ever on demand, perfect, easily requested. you see "audience spending" and "marketability" and "multi-line merch opportunity"

and i see a kid drowning. i am writing to make her a boat. i am writing because what used to be a river raft has long become a fully-rigged ship. i am writing because you can fucking rip this out of my cold dead clammy hands and i will still come back as a ghost and i will still be penning poems about it.

it isn't even love. the word we use the most i think is "passion". devotion, obsession, necessity. my favorite little fact about the magic of artists - "abracadabra" means i create as i speak. we make because it sluices out of us. because we look down and our hands are somehow already busy. because it was the first thing we knew and it is our backbone and heartbreak and everything. because we have given up well-paying jobs and a "real life" and the approval of our parents. we create because - the cliche again. it's like breathing. we create because we must.

you create because you're greedy.

#every time someones like ''AI will replace u" im like. u will have to fucking KILL ME #there is no replacement here bc i am not filling a position. i am just writing #and the writing is what i need to be doing #writeblr #this probably doesn't make sense bc its sooo frustrating i rarely speak it the way i want to #edited for the typo wrote it and then was late to a meeting lol #i love u people who mention my typos genuinely bc i don't always catch them!!!! :) it is doing me a genuine favor!!! #my friend says i should tell you ''thank you beta editors'' but i don't know what that means #i made her promise it isn't a wolf fanfiction thing. so if it IS a wolf thing she is DEAD to me (just kidding i love her) #hey PS PS PS ??? if ur reading this thinking what it's saying is ''i am financially capable of losing this'' ur reading it wrong #i write for free. i always have. i have worked 5-7 jobs at once to make ends meet. #i did not grow up with access or money. i did not grow up with connections or like some kind of excuse #i grew up and worked my fucking ASS OFF. and i STILL!!! wrote!!! on the side!!! because i didn't know how not to!!! #i do not write for money!!!! i write because i fuckken NEED TO #i could be in the fucking desert i could be in the fuckken tundra i could be in total darkness #and i would still be writing pretentious angsty poetry about it #im not in any way saying it's a good thing. i'm not in any way implying that they're NOT tryna kill us #i'm saying. you could take away our jobs and we could go hungry and we could suffer #and from that suffering (if i know us) we'd still fuckin make art. #i would LOVE to be able to make money doing this! i never have been able to. but i don't NEED to. i will find a way to make my life work #even if it means being miserable #but i will not give up this thing. for the whole world.

[thedarkacademian]

oh my god there are so many books to read and instruments to learn and languages to speak and poems to write and oranges to eat and ideologies to study and songs to sing and films to watch and people to kiss and

#i need more time #wish i was immortal #pls why #dark academia #dead poets society #chaotic academia #the secret history #dark academia aesthetic #light academia #classic academia #aesthetic #the dark academian #poetry

[soracities]

e.e. cummings, from “in time of daffodils(who know” (in 95 Poems), Complete Poems: 1904-1962

[Text ID: “In time of daffodils(who know the goal of living is to grow)”]

#q #lit #quotes #poetry #e.e. cummings #in time of daffodils who know #the complete poems of ee cummings #life everlasting #and still i rise #reading #typography #m #x

[somberous]

Ocean Vuong, from “Reasons for Staying.” [ID in alt text]

#ocean vuong #time is a mother #poetry #***

[chappelroans]

on being left

drift, alek olsen / cheryl strayed / u.k / u.k / trista mateer / rebecca malakai / u.k / marya hornbacher / jan heller levi

#web weaving #webweaving #poetry #quotes #abandonment #on leaving #on being left #being at the front end AND tail end of this at the same time with two different people is going to put me in a hospital

[comradekatara]

2 kinds of grad students (both massive nerds)

#id in alt text #avatar the last airbender #atla #sokka #zuko #zukka #<- seems like i may as well tag it. considering #sokkaxzuko #(secretly this is sokkaxsuki tho. just look at sokka’s hoodie) #modern au #art #mart #if you’re wondering why there’s only one pile of graded papers it’s because sokka saved that paper for last #bc the handwriting was so illegible #(and zuko is responding even tho sokka isn’t talking abt his work bc he’s touchy. bc he knows he isn’t ocean vuong) #also before anyone’s like ‘shouldn’t sokka be the one writing poetry?’ YES sokka also writes poetry but it’s like. #silly little rhyming poems #he would never do an mfa art is a hobby to him and he thinks getting a degree in it is a waste of time #but he doesn’t tell this to zuko bc zuko wasted so much time suffering in undergrad trying to pursue a ‘respectable’ degree #so sokka’s just like ‘okay. well he deserves this’

[vodkatales]

For old times sake is actually such a heartbreaking and beautiful sentiment. Like, let’s do it for the love that used to be here. It is reason enough.

#random thoughts #long time no update #writing #poets on tumblr #depressing quotes #old friendships #books & libraries #aesthetic #spilled words #fragments of journal #excerpt from a book i'll never write #texts from my ex #existential musings #writerscommunity #literature #words #poetry #heartbreak #sad girl shit #deep quotes #writblr #bookblr #movie quotes #dark romanticism #toxic love #i miss you #love poem #dark academia #light academia #short poems